almost barefoot. His beard was matted with mud and small fragments of dry leaf. He was nearly starving. He remem- bered nothing. When the boys questioned him he put the knuckle of his right forefinger into his mouth, like a con- fused and frightened child, and peered from face to face. When they built a bonfire and tried to warm him, he was so terrified that they had to hold him. After a little while he became quiet in their grasp, but he kept shaking hib head like a sick man who is too weak to protest otherwise against an injustice, and the tears flowed silently and resignedly out of his red-rimmed eyes. Later, he was identified and sent to his home. His health gradually improved, and by spring he was able to go about his ordinary occupations. But he could never remember what had happened that night when his barn was burned, nor in the two weeks when he wandered over the country- side hiding in the woods and ditches. Toward the end of the curing period the numbers of burn- ings over the section increased. Just before the elections violent encounters were frequent between peaceful and re- spectable men. Prayers were offered from the pulpits that order might be restored, and sometimes that the injustice that had caused the disorder and the lifting of the hand of brother against brother might be corrected. " Hit's a curse," Mr. Grimes said to Mr, Munn, " laid on to the land, hit looks lak." Mr. Munn stood in front of the stable door and tightened the girth on his mare. Mr, Grimes had climbed the fence to the lot, getting stiffly and awkwardly over the whitewashed boards, and had slowly approached Mr. Munn. "Howdy-do," he had greeted him, and then, after Mr. Munn's reply, had stood and studied the light that faintly tinted the edges of the slate-coloured clouds on the western horizon. The sun was already out of sight. Then, at last, lie said, "I'm a-leave-en." He did not take his gaze off the western sky, "Come January," he added. "I thought Fd be a-tdlen you."